Yes, I am planning on talking to my doc about it next time I see her.

I want an IUD so badly, even got my doctor to go along with it and insurance coverage a few years ago. Alas a failed attempt to insert it and a subsequent ultrasound to see what the problem was revealed that I have significantly smaller that average uterus, thus ruining all my dreams of a once every five years method…

Can't resist jumping in on the old dog thread. This is my little old man Hugo (of the grey eyebrows and snout) displaying his usual eye roll when forced cuddle with his Mummy and younger cousin Riley. Seriously, his "bitch, please" face is legendary. While there are two younger and bigger dogs in the house he remains…

The whole piece is awesome, but I am loving your take on we fat people enjoying our food. I am chubby, always have been, always will be, but I try to take pleasure in my meals (yes even the healthy stuff). This always comes to my mind in the lunchroom where I work. I always take my day off to make a nice meal to…

I was overweight when diagnosed with bulimia and exercise bulimia. In fact, I probably weigh less now that at some points before getting treatment (though still chubby, but far more accepting of myself and aware of my behavior) . It is a state of mind and a pattern of behavior that make an eating disorder, not the…

Works for me, I like my men in slim cut pants (not jegging slim, more like European cut/tailored), and hate the idea of procreating.

not an American example, but proof that skinny pants make even the seemingly perfect even better

I am sure we will all be descended upon by the troll masses who say we lady folk shouldn't be objectifying the menz, but eff that. Now, back to being mesmerized by rugby thighs.

I was coming here to say just that. Except I've always been a thigh gal, I could watch rugby for days just for the thighs.

Nice to know I am not the only one out there collecting a harem of ginger men. My real-world people don't get it, but leave it to the Jezebel community to provide understanding.

God I love thighlights. That is all.

I was just about to share a story of similar pain, I just spent the weekend with a whole family of anti-aspartamers, every sip of my precious Diet Coke was accompanied by so much shame. Of course, there will never be enough judgment passing in the universe to keep me from that sweet, sweet nectar of the artificially…

Hell yes. I don't drive an 86' Pontiac for no reason.

I work in a cosmetics department and pretty much every company will give you a version. Personally, I say go with whatever order you want for myself I go

At least he switches it up in hotels. I am an admitted bed dictator, and my side is my side no matter where or when.

I'm a "driver's side" sleeper too, but none of this "generally" stuff, it is a deal breaker if someone expects me to do other wise. I don't know how I got this way, but I can not sleep any other way, even without anyone else around. It is my side and that is it!

Ugh, whatever. Everything is killing me, so they are going to have to pry my once weekly, rare, grassfed, ribeye out of my cold dead hands. life is too short to not have a good steak . . . Well I guess shorter for having had the steak. Again, whatever.

Man, I might be willing to drop my staunch commitment to not procreating, because the world needs a little Xanax Potatochip running around.

For razors, I normally just get what is on sale, but my Trader Joes Mango Honey cream shave is my "they will pry it out of my cold dead hands" hair removal necessity. $3.99 a tube seems like a lot, but you only need a little so it lasts forever, it doesn't gunk up even the cheapest razor, and with no added fragrance…

Ooooh, found a new phrase to alternate with the favorites taught to me by my grandfather, I usually go for "frosts my ass," but I really like "boil his piss."